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Today I leaped into the pool, fully-clothed. In my good dress, with my new shoes on. My daughter had her hand and foot stuck in a blow-up chair, and her head was under water. She came up once, then down her head went, then up and down again. I stood up, stepped to the water's edge. As I jumped in, I heard someone say, "I'll get her," but I was already in. She was fine, of course, and she says she was never in trouble. She's embarrassed, and so am I, though everyone at the lunch was perfect afterwards, neither ignoring the thing or discussing it too much.

I've done this once before, when she was having a swimming lesson. The children were allowed down the slide, and the fifteen-year old instructor caught each one as they splashed into the very deep pool. Except two came down at once, one ending up with a blood nose. So the instructor had one wailing girl in each arm, blood everywhere, and my daughter thinks its her turn and comes flying down.

I jumped in, fully clothed, glasses on, this time, to lift her out of the water as she sank.

There's no option in these situations. You make a fool of yourself, you wreck your clothes and shoes, but there's no option. I'm paranoid around water. Not sure exactly why; it's like I have a premonition, and I'm trying to avoid it.

Everyone is fine, except I feel like a fool.

In more reader friendly news, I bought two litres of Clamato Juice from the infamous Costuseless because I had a hankering for a Bloody Mary and tomato juice is not to be found anywhere in Suva. I added vodka, a dash of Worcestershire sauce and a sprinkle of paprika (because there's no tabasco to be found either). It was very good. I didn't tell J that the clam in clamato is actually clam juice, thinking it would turn him off the drink. He didn't like it anyway, so I got two, so all was well in the end.
  • Darl, if your kid's head is stuck underwater, i think jumping in and ruining your frock is perfectly acceptable. As someone who until recently had a morbid fear of drowning, I completely get it.

    But not the clam juice thing, oh no!!!
  • Hi Kaaron

    Hi kaaron from Siobhan. I have found you after Natalie said you had a blog. Very kool. Not sure how to navigate this site to say hello but I know where you live now!

    I have heard of clamato juice, it is big in Canada. They drink it without alcohol, yuk.

    Love Siobhan
    • Re: Hi Kaaron

      Hi Siobhan!

      You see! Clamato juice is a real thing! Don't know why they'd drink it without alcohol, though.
  • Nothing to be embarrased about. You're heroic.

    What would be embarrassing is if you stood by shouting for someone to save your daughter, screaming in a loud voice. I have a new dress on and shoes. Please save my daughter for me.

    Lol.

    I hope the little poppet is feeling okay.
    • Little poppet is fine, just embarrassed by her wet mother.

      Thank you for the comments. I'm picturing myself showing off my new shoes saying, "I can't jump in with these". Mind you, I could have kicked them off, but you don't think about things like that, do you?
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    • Re: the good dress

      No photos, thank goodness! I think the adults were all too stunned to take a photo of anything.

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  • IN that instance, you have a split second to decide - jump or no. Better to ruin the dress for no reason than choose the other option and be sorry afterwards
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    OMG utterly terrifying! Better safe than sorry, I mean sure when's she's 18 and you're doing it and it's in front of her friends, at her 18th birthday party where alcohol is being served to her and her friends, then she can be a tad embarrassed.

    Did you ever find out who said "I'll get her?" Obviously someone else thought she needed help too, I mean it was not just you being over protective.

    I hope that blow up chair is in the rubbish....actually you should report it and have them recall their product. Unless the instructions have a big picture of a kid with it in the swimming pool and a big X through it. I'm serious. If it happened to her it could happen to someone else who does not have a fast acting mother about.

    As for clam juice - revolting! Bloody Mary not much better though - yech!

    I have 3 mags here for you!! Anything else you want to send with? Maybe some just add water tomato juice powder...probably exists!
    • I'm glad for the "I'll get her" too. It was the host of the lunch, and yes, he could see what was happening but wasn't quite as panicked as I was.

      As for the blow up chair; you're right about that. I'll mention it to the owners of the chair. If it was mine, it'd be on rubbish dump for sure. There's a gap between the seat bit and the armrest/back bit. That's where her limbs got caught.

      As for Bloody Marys; yum!

      Magazines: yay!

      Anything else to send; NOT add water tomato juice powder!!
  • I second the motion that you are heroic. I would have done the same thing in your place. For the record, my mother did this once, and nearly did it a couple of times extra, because she had a daughter who had (and still has) no fear of water. Dad used to try and calm her down by telling her it was impossible for me to drown. I fell of so many boats (sometimes I might have done this on purpose) between the ages of 5 and 15 that I think I gave her multiple heart attacks.
  • Don't underestimate a child's ability to think they're fine when they're not. When I was little I decided to swim out beyond my depth at the local pool. Of course, I started to sink. All I felt was a mild confusion at why my head kept going under. And then surprise when someone lifted me out, slung me over their shoulder and all this water came pouring out of my lungs.

    My mother always sat and watched me and my brother, but on this occasion something distracted her and she didn't realise what was happening until I was being carried out of the pool by the pool monitor. Then she was distraught and guilty (and has never let me forget the incident). But at the time I wasn't afraid or really aware of how close I came to drowning.

    Ironically, she couldn't swim then, and I was the one to teach her how to, years later.
    • I got goosebumps reading that, Trudi. That's how easy it is, isn't it? And thanks for letting me know the child's P.O.V. , how you felt safe and it took an adult to realise you weren't.

      Your poor mother. Mother guilt is a terrible thing, and never goes away.
  • Yay hero Kaaron!

    I tried to save my brother from drowning in Fiji once. He was about five years old and just ran out into the ocean aiming for the horizon. I went out after him, not realising the sandbank had dropped away dramatically, leaving us both flailing. Fortunately we were both dragged in by one of the Fijian staff of the resort (I think it was Beachcomber Island.)

    As for that slow down time thing - I think visual processing goes into overdrive when the brain realises an immediate threat is taking place - it's a survival mechanism. The brain opens more channels/pathways so it gives the sensation that time has slowed down, when what has happened is your perceptions have sped up (as long as you're concentrating on the one event.)
  • you're like, super mum.
  • Dude, you *so* did the right thing!
    • Thanks. I wasn't sure as I climbed out, soaking wet, with all these almost-strangers wondering what the hell happened!
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